| You know there ain’t no street like home
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| To make you feel so all alone
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| Plenty of folk to tell you what to do
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| But they don’t speak the same language as you
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| They wanna have me here
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| Have me and hold me near
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| Hold me down fasten and tie
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| But the cars are all flashing me
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| Bright lights are passing me
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| I feel life passing me by
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| The fuss is buzzing in my head
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| My father argued and my mother begged
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| It’s not their words ain’t tugging at me
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| But gotta stretch them break them get myself free
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| Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway
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| I’m leaving home |